Loose screws and cheap *****,
You got me so confused.
I tried to simmer down, but
Junkies came and lit the fuse.
With the AC in the closet, like your
Faithfulness.
I lick all on my lips to show you, you
Ain't tasting this.
College really ain't for me because I
Hate the ****.
It's just some basic ****. I start my
Convos great and swift.
But on the contrary, bad and slow
Is all we know.
But there's just no excuse for bags of
**** all on my floor.
I know you say I'm venting, blowing
Steam, what can I do?
But all I do is laugh, I'm high as
Hell, don't **** my mood.
I have my own agenda when it
Comes to breaking hearts.
But if you do it first, I'll break your
Spirit, wanna start?
Oh, you don't wanna start?
Then pour a shot, we'll drink to that.
And light a blunt, put it at my lips.
And watch me sing to that.